September 30, 2008

• ~ Ada Verna ~

  
  

  4-22-33 – 9-30-02

  
  

  

  
  

  You’ll never forget your mother’s face,
  the sound of her voice,
  the gentleness of her touch….
  They let you know you were loved.
  
  You’ll never forget the stories she told,
  the traditions she handed down….
  They let you know who you are.
  
  You’ll never forget the lessons she taught,
  the things she stood for….
  they are her gift and your legacy.

  
  

  You’ll never forget, and you’ll always know
  that you honor her everyday in how you live and who you are.

  
  

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  Your Mother is always with you.
  She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street;
  she’s the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks;
  she’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not well.

  
  

  Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
  And she’s crystallized in every tear drop.
  She’s the place you came from, your first home;
  and she’s the map you follow with every step you take.

  
  

  She’s your first love and your first heartbreak,
  and nothing on earth can separate you.
  Not time, not space…not even death!

  
  

   

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